Witcher Bath Novels & Stories

Her hand brushed mine again, a gentle, grounding touch. “Thanks,” I whispered, steeling myself as Marwynn beckoned me to follow her deeper into the cottage. My steps were heavy, my heart thundering with anticipation and fear. Whatever lay ahead, I knew I couldn’t turn back now. Marwynn led me into a small, traditional bathroom that felt like stepping into another world. The walls were made of rough-hewn wood, with faint etchings of runes carved into them. A wooden bathtub, intricately adorned with carvings of wolves and crescent moons, sat in the center of the room, radiating an old-world charm. The tub was filled with clean, sparkling water that shimmered faintly under the glow of a single

"Okay. But we’re dealing with this later." The bathroom is minimalistic yet warmth. The walls are a soft sage green, and the white subway tiles gleam. A bamboo shelf holds neatly rolled towels, scented candles, and a small collection of skincare products. Sienna steps under the rain shower, the hot water stinging as it falls over her back. She bites her lip to keep from crying out, her fingers gripping the edge of the glass door. The pain is sharp, but she lets it wash over her, hoping the water will carry some of the heaviness away.

‘Thanks, Maia,’ I smile back and retreat to the bathhouse. The door creaks as I push it open. The wooden tub takes up half the room in the hut. I repetitively push down on the lever to pump the tub full of water. Reaper perches on the edge of the bath as I strip my dress off and step in. I scrub the slobber from my arms and face and then scoop my hands with water to let it trickle over Reaper. His wings expand and shakes. Water flies from his feathers onto the ground. He uses his beak to reach and clean the rest of himself. As I step out, I hear a faint knock and open the door a tad. There’s a plump middle-aged woman holding a dress with a towel folded on top.

' His velvet chuckle flutters down our bond before his glittering darkness consumes us and we fall away from the world. We land in his living room and I light the hearths as I drag my aching body away from him. I want so badly to plop onto the couch but I'm covered in dirt mud and blood and I also haven't figured out how to make the wings vanish. 'How about a warm bath.' I nearly purr at the idea and he is gone before I can even beg him. I would grovel at his feet for any sort of relief from this aching pain. He's back at my side in no time and guiding me up the stairs into our room. The attached bathing room is large and I internally thank Silas for the large tub because I have two wings to

The lights that I make on the walls burn blue which gives the entire room a distinctly witchy feel that most of the werewolves would most likely not enjoy too much. Going into our bathroom, I make the floors and walls solid marble. I craft counters out of wood but give them a marble counter top as well. The sink basin and the wooden grown toilet each have a constant small flow of water running to them for cleaning or sweeping stuff down the toilet. When it comes to our bathtub, it is once again a hot spring style tub. There are large river rocks placed around the sides of it to sit on or just relax on if we want. The inside of the tub also has some seats as well as a longer smooth section to

The slow rise and fall under her cheek was proof enough. Later, when the power grid stabilized and the others drifted into a semblance of rest, she coaxed him toward the back room—an improvised bath built from salvage tanks and heated water. The air was thick with steam and disinfectant. “Don’t argue,” she said as he hesitated in the doorway. “If the wolf can heal you, it can handle a little soap.” He sank into the water with a low grunt. The scars glowed faintly where new skin met old. She knelt beside the tub, sleeves rolled, and began to wash the soot away. Neither spoke for a long time.

I resolutely proceed with my purpose, leaving the comforting embrace Upon entering the bathroom, I reach out and flip the switch, instantly flooding the space with a soft, comforting glow. The sound of water rushing fills the room as I twist the shower knob, causing the droplets to come alive and dance against the smooth porcelain surface. Gradually, a veil of steam begins to rise, transforming the atmosphere into a dreamy haze that wraps around me like a warm embrace.

“I take it you don’t know what a toilet it either.” I frowned at his insult, I wasn’t stupid, I knew that humans and pack wolves used them, but we didn’t have one at home, we didn’t have what my mum called plumbing, the thing that was required to have a toilet. But I couldn’t remember about her taking about anything called Bath. He pinched the bridge of his nose at my silence. “I guess you would have used a stream to wash?” I nodded not trusting my voice. “A Bath is a smaller version, but instead of cold water, it’s warm.” He explained, though I could tell by his tone that he wished he didn’t have to.

The bathroom, with its soothing ambiance, welcomed her eagerly. As Amelia stepped into the bathroom, the air was thick with the scent of lavender and eucalyptus, creating an aura of tranquility and adventure combined. The warm water cascading down her body felt like a gentle waterfall, washing away any remnants of fatigue from the previous day. The adventurous spirit within her urged Amelia to embark on a journey of self-discovery. With the water swirling around her feet, she closed her eyes, allowing her mind to wander. In this moment of solitude, she imagined herself climbing towering mountains, feeling the rush of adrenaline as she conquered each peak. She envisioned herself diving into t

The bathroom was even bigger than some houses she had seen back in the human world. With a contented smile, she removed her clothes and carefully filled the bathtub with warm water. The steam rose gently, and enveloped the air with a soothing scent. Blair sank into the welcoming embrace of the water, feeling the tension melt away from her body. She felt relieved, more than she had ever been in weeks.